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Saturday, 29 September 2012

In which G.M. Norton makes a startling revelation.

As an aspiring gentleman, I am well accustomed to defying
the conventional. In fact, I am making quite an art of indulging in practices
considered to be mere nostalgic eccentricities; shaving with a safety razor, a
familiarity with the works of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle and more recently, wearing
a smoking jacket.

A smoking jacket is an essential part of a gentleman’s
wardrobe, originally made for the purpose of indulging in pipe or cigar related
activities. The debonair Fred Astaire became so attached to his smoking jacket
that he was buried in it. Cary Grant, the gentleman of gentlemen, was also a
famous wearer of this particular garment along with Dean Martin and Frank
Sinatra.

Even when he's reading, G.M. Norton remains ever vigilant to even the smallest noise

Saturday, 22 September 2012

In which G.M. Norton shares one of his favourite rituals - shining one’s shoes.

Over
the course of this periodical, I will seek to act as your sartorial
beacon, guiding you through the choppy waters of modern life. This
week’s topic will cover the importance of polishing one’s footwear.

The
mark of a true gentleman can be judged by the shininess of his shoes.
What good is an outfit consisting of a finely-cut three-piece suit, a
luxurious wool overcoat and a fur felt fedora sat on your well-coiffed
head if it’s to be ruined by shoddy shoes?

Saturday, 15 September 2012

In which G.M. Norton
defends the Duchess of Cambridge’s honour and challenges the French to a duel.

Upon hearing that the Duchess of Cambridge had been ‘papped’
by the French gutter press after a most powerful parisian wind had somehow blown
her clothes off of her, red-blooded men across the land will have rushed to Google
quicker than a stoat at full speed.

Of course, being a bounder at heart, I can almost appreciate the
devilish deed that the French Closer magazine carried out but do we really want
to bear sight to the future Queen’s fleshy mounds? And more importantly, is it
right? The answer to both questions is of course no. Or as the ghastly Garlic
munchers would say, non.

Saturday, 8 September 2012

In which G.M. Norton introduces himself, yearns for
a bygone age and begins his quest to lead a gentlemanly existence.

Welcome to ‘Norton of Morton’ – a periodical for dandies
and damsels that guffaws in the face of modernity. Think of this as a safe
refuge, an air raid shelter or bunker if you will, although more handsomely
furnished with a roaring fire, sumptuous Chesterfields to sink into and a
butler bearing a tumbler of your favourite tipple.

If you’ve not already guessed, I am an aspiring gentleman
living in 21st century Britain with a yearning for a bygone age when
the male of the species were gentlemen and the fairer sex were just that.

Regular as clockwork

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What-ho!

G.M. Norton is an aspiring English gentleman. Follow
him as he embarks on a journey befitting fellow quest seekers Sir
Galahad and Mr. Phileas Fogg in search of his holy grail - a gentlemanly
existence. Prepare to dance with death and fox-trot your life away as
he regales you with tales of sartorial splendour, jolly japes and
dastardly deeds. A rip-roaring adventure awaits.